You think? Yeah, roofies at borin' ass frat parties probably didn't help...[He trails off, his mouth forming into a grim line. She wasn't the only one given shitty advice once upon a time. 'If you're gonna go after a story, pick a big one and go for broke' his ass.]
You got a vaginaphobe partner too? God damn, are our lives parallel or what. S'freaky shit. I hope we don't switch places with Lindsay Lohan an Jaime Lee Curtis, come to think of it...[Badou's lips easily twist into an equally easy grin at that. Talking to another ginger that understood how hard it was to be the hard boiled badass one in a trio of angsty cocks would be nice. He winks.] 'm sure that other dude'll warm up to me real fast. You said it yourself, 'm fuckin charmin~ I'll be able to woo him just like I woo'd you.
Mmm? [He, surprisingly, listens to her shpeel without interrupting. The deja vu was giving him the creeps. Not to mention to ask him, mister I wish I could forget? Shit. He fiddles with an unlit cigarette before his gaze cuts back to her and he replies-]
I've got a couple of work partners- well one's an amazon an the others a fuckin zombie asshole...an they're both part of this freaky ass angsty plot twist that they can barely remember they've got. The amazon's trynna chasin' after it cause she thinks it'll complete her. The zombie asshole's chasin' after it to destroy it an get some peace of mind. The past makes you who you are an shit but only you've got a hold of your own future an can do whatever the fuck you want. Don't pay taxes, start a business, get a rich husband an see to it he falls in a vat of lube an drowns or whatever. Can't do that with the past.
[He didn't answer the question, did you notice? His mouth slips into a weak attempt at a grin.] Thing is, if you're too busy chasin' after the past, you could lose grasp on your future. So do it in installments, like those cheap ass pieces of jewelery they sell to old farts that can barely see. Easy payments of $19.95. [He places his papers beside him on the seat, just for something to do, as he adds, his hand brushing his eyepatch unconsciously]
An remember. Sometimes you get into deep shit for bein' nosy.
((THE SAD THING IS THAT'S EXFUCKINGACTLY HOW IT'D GO! JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST WHERE DO YOU CUM UP WITH THIS. the most he'd willingly go for is hair pulling. maybe he'd go for bondage shit if he was drunk.......... also i'm sorry i wrote you an essay. it's been awhile since i've hit on this part of badou's....self))
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Re: Sugar Tits n Fire Dick 3: Train Boogaloo
Date: 2013-02-04 08:46 am (UTC)You got a vaginaphobe partner too? God damn, are our lives parallel or what. S'freaky shit. I hope we don't switch places with Lindsay Lohan an Jaime Lee Curtis, come to think of it...[Badou's lips easily twist into an equally easy grin at that. Talking to another ginger that understood how hard it was to be the hard boiled badass one in a trio of angsty cocks would be nice. He winks.] 'm sure that other dude'll warm up to me real fast. You said it yourself, 'm fuckin charmin~ I'll be able to woo him just like I woo'd you.
Mmm? [He, surprisingly, listens to her shpeel without interrupting. The deja vu was giving him the creeps. Not to mention to ask him, mister I wish I could forget? Shit. He fiddles with an unlit cigarette before his gaze cuts back to her and he replies-]
I've got a couple of work partners- well one's an amazon an the others a fuckin zombie asshole...an they're both part of this freaky ass angsty plot twist that they can barely remember they've got. The amazon's trynna chasin' after it cause she thinks it'll complete her. The zombie asshole's chasin' after it to destroy it an get some peace of mind. The past makes you who you are an shit but only you've got a hold of your own future an can do whatever the fuck you want. Don't pay taxes, start a business, get a rich husband an see to it he falls in a vat of lube an drowns or whatever. Can't do that with the past.
[He didn't answer the question, did you notice? His mouth slips into a weak attempt at a grin.] Thing is, if you're too busy chasin' after the past, you could lose grasp on your future. So do it in installments, like those cheap ass pieces of jewelery they sell to old farts that can barely see. Easy payments of $19.95. [He places his papers beside him on the seat, just for something to do, as he adds, his hand brushing his eyepatch unconsciously]
An remember. Sometimes you get into deep shit for bein' nosy.
((THE SAD THING IS THAT'S EXFUCKINGACTLY HOW IT'D GO! JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST WHERE DO YOU CUM UP WITH THIS. the most he'd willingly go for is hair pulling. maybe he'd go for bondage shit if he was drunk..........
also i'm sorry i wrote you an essay. it's been awhile since i've hit on this part of badou's....self))